The bandit crew abruptly halted, the two henchmen at the front staring agape at the black shadow ahead.
The black shadow climbed quickly; its climbing style was indeed unlike any human. It was hanging upside down on the iron railings like a spider with its arms forwards.
Perhaps sensing the human scent in the air, the "Climber" also paused, raising its gray-white pupils to excitably gaze at the prey before it.
That gaze was all it took to scare the front-line henchmen out of their wits, causing them to retreat in panic.
Now, the bandit crew had truly become trapped in a jar, with the "Climber" blocking the door at the front and "Guo Xiaohua" blocking the path behind.
Stuck in the middle, Sang Biao was sweating profusely with anxiety. He kept cursing under his breath at Wei Dazhuang and the others for being worthless, blaming them for dragging him into this damned place, trapped by these beasts and unable to move.
